IRONCHINNED MINISTER

Can’t pull a punch after hearing a cunt’s nose crunch

Ate his lunch, munch bunch capri sun dairylea dunkers

Lunchables I’m crunching on, hunch I’ve been caught

I know this shit from a video game I played, throw and hit

Land a spinning backfist open hand slap; that Diaz no tap

Change stances like switching lanes, left high kick all day

Lab conditions they took sample tissue to test my issue

Drug misuse has gored some wounds, insides contused

Swollen battered bruised, round 2 come out swinging back at you

Took your best easy tic tac, rattled you put you to bed rest easy

Rest is easy, easy money, all work is rest to the best, invested

In myself until reality reflected the inner projections

Money protected by weapons, who wields them the watchmen

Who watches them, watch set ten hours ahead since February 

Ghosts staring from the stairwell when I have tea aboard the Queen Mary

Rare fish swimming around my open air aquarium

Virgo so fuck Aquarian airheads.

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